Chapter Three

“Please, mate. Come with me. My sweet Candy, let me explain,” he said in that gravelly, softly accented voice she had fallen in love with.

It was the sexiest damn thing she had ever heard. Especially when he whispered to her in Ancient Egyptian, his lips pressed against her earlobe while he did deliciously naughty things to her no-longer-virginal self.

Good tidings, indeed.

The deep, dulcet tones elicited visions of the euphoric bliss she’d found in his large, muscular arms on the bed they’d made inside the cave out in the wilderness. They’d spent countless hours making love, simply mesmerized by the newness of their finding one another—or, well, at least she had felt that way. She was not so sure about him.

Candy had technically been a virgin, and learning every nuance and memorizing each and every sigh and groan was something she’d taken to right away. She’d given herself to him, sworn eternal loyalty and love and had thought he’d felt the same.

Sniff.